The witch and the balloon

On top of a residential building, looking down at the flow of people like ants. Two beautiful women were talking:

"Miss, you could change your choice this time, couldn't you? Maybe a redhead?..."

"Not everyone has the same taste as you. Some know how to choose. You are one of them..."

The colleague's gaze sparked in the air.

"What do you mean by that? Since when do I like humans and pathetic men?"

Only emphasizing 'men' with genuine contempt, her words gradually lost their anger, but her gaze remained firm and defiant.

Her colleague next to her, a beautiful woman with mature features and the right curves (out of shape, in her opinion) had a mischievous glint in her eyes, shook her head, she observed the street with a distant look, revealing a mix of vanity and wisdom.

Something that irritated Blair more than ever.

"What is it? Are you looking for a fight?"

The girl pouted. Raising her outlined eyebrow.

"And stop acting innocent. You saw this country being founded."

Suddenly the smile widened oppressively, not at all affected but with a new impression.

A sense of a predator.

Even the fangs, long and attractive like ivory, were there to prove it.

She looked away.

"Just imitating an innocent young lady I know. You know, she's just a friend who's too sweet and curious for her own good..."

Blair listened with her eyes closed, shaking her head.

"You're not going to believe it. One day we were on a quieter mission and when I came back, I found her crouched down with one of the enemies passed out."

The blue eyes trembled. Her long, silver eyelashes shone.

'Should I stop? She might end up crying,' Helena, the woman with beautiful curves thought amusedly. Her smile widened, becoming dangerous.

'No...'

"I think she's a mix between a cat and a rabbit. To pull someone's pants down like that, how brave. Even grabbing 'him', oh, that makes me regret my time in the convent..."

The young woman's shoulders were shaking, her gaze had been averted for a long time and Helena could see a slight red on those cheeks.

'It never gets old', she thought, deciding how to end her story.

"I'm still tormented by 'terrible' and beautiful nightmares of her playing... And then me playing with her." In the end, she couldn't stand to see Blair's expression and started laughing like a child, soon being hugged 'gently' by her favorite rabbit.

A strong, cold wind blew by minutes later bringing another stunning young woman.

With a slender body and brown curls falling over her shoulders, she stopped to watch the girls' sensual play.

She knew them well, like a cat and a dog, one would always torment the other, until Helena was attacked and pretended to defend herself.

She was very good at this. Even though she couldn't see Blair's face trapped under her body, her messy silver hair said a lot about her difficult moment...

"Huh... An, ah. S-stop you useless witch. I-I told you to p... Ahhh... stop!"

"You shouldn't bite your owner's hand, bunny. And this is just a massage session. Look, they're this big because of me."

"I-that's enough!... It was just a punch, idiot."

Aila, the young spectator, watched everything with a smile. It wasn't the first or the last time that would happen.

But it was certainly always intense. Helena's legs easily subdued Blair while her hands... Well, they seemed to have a life of their own as they went up and down under the porcelain white skin.

"What would you do if you had hit your older sister's beautiful face. Now just be quiet...", she wrapped Blair tightly around her, her touch leaving the young woman speechless.

Aila raised an eyebrow and swallowed hard.

She was torn between the warning to never try to intimidate Helena and the expectation of what a massage like that would be like...

Unfortunately her show didn't last, the two noticed her presence.

Helena had the same smile as always. On her lips and in her half-moon eyes.

They both seemed to be asking: Do you want to help me here?

Blair was probably the most affected. But she had learned a lesson or two from the last few times. She took the opportunity and spun around like a snake using all her strength.

In a second she was already standing up, looking the other way, organizing her clothes and breathing.

Helena was sitting on the floor like a child who saw her balloon slip through her fingers.

"What a shame. I guess that lesson will have to wait."

Aila looked from one to the other.

"I think so. I saw you on the way."

"Oh, that's good."

"It must be because of the festival. It was easy to find a hero," the memory of the new hero flashed through her mind.

The two smiled slyly. Until Helena looked to the side and seemed resentful for losing her balloon.

"What color is his hair?"

"Red," they both continued staring at the pink balloon.

"Damn... We'll never find anyone like that. How bad taste," for a moment Aila wanted to touch those fangs, if it were Helena, maybe poison would come out?

"I agree."

The two shared a mischievous smile.

The exchanges with Helena were always intuitive and fun. Remembering why she left, minutes before Aila approached, handing over one of the cups she went to get.

"The coffee without sugar is yours, right?"

Helena waved.

It was time to watch the show.

...

In the alley below where they were, a story began.

A beautiful young woman with dark hair and a delicate appearance had entered.

Her hurried footsteps echoed in the empty alley. Her panting breath was drowned out by the sounds of the street and the festival. The place was dark and seemed separated from space.

The young woman's head turned toward her pursuers. Two young men? The third was missing... For a short time.

Long arms grabbed her as she tried to turn at the end of the alley.

The two arrived anxiously, starting to look both ways while the young woman struggled in fear.

While two of the young men held her and covered her mouth, the third looked lasciviously at her body.

A weak kick hit him in the thigh, but he didn't care.

He didn't have time.

A piece of wood had flown toward them, almost hitting him in the head.

At the end of the alley, a young man was running toward them.

Everything happened very quickly.

The three didn't speak. Two advanced on the guest.

The fight was ugly, one of the young men stayed behind, watching and holding the young woman, until the point when the hero won and went to rescue the princess.